The sweet sounds of springtime

 A warm spell today as we approach springtime and the air is filled with joyful bird’s singing. The sky is bright blue and the feel of the warm sunshine is caressing all and sundry. It is afternoons like this that makes me feel blissful in the simplicity of gentle nature. Life’s worries seem so far away in a moment of  happiness just listening to the joyful songs of birds and the warm sunshine. Remembering innocence of childhood playing in the great outdoors in endless imagination. 

I so appreciate these simple moments that money just can’t buy. The happiness and love that I feel with simple pleasure of hearing a delightful little bird singing its heart out. I love every moment when I am in my garden. Everything stands still in an everlasting moment of joy and happiness. The flowers buzzing with bees and the sweet smells of spring in the air. This is the moment that I never want to end, but sadly I must move on and return to the present moment of responsibility and head indoors to face my chores. 

The sun begins its journey into dusk, the air is still; yet sweet. A gentle breeze stirs and the afternoon takes a graceful bow. I now long for the morning to begin again; in hopes of capturing that beautiful moment again. Life without the gentle touch of a sun kissed spring is a life not lived, well for me anyway.

Early spring cheer

 As winter draws to a close for the year, the sun is warm and bulbs are starting to flower. Renewal of life in the garden brings a welcome feeling of cheer once again. It is our second year living with Covid, but I keep my focus on my flowers and that reinvigorating feeling that the early spring brings.

For weeks it has only been the snowdrops and scented violets to herald the awakening garden. Now the daffodils are at various stages of flowering and the blue bells are only a month away from blooming. That sight of the fresh and sunny daffodils just activates joy within me. 

This afternoon; I have been out in the garden tinkering with my camera to get nice flower shots. I have not used my camera for ages though, and it’s back to school to relearn how to use it again, lol. My camera is not that old and I don’t often get the chance to use it. So it is easy for an oldie like me to forget how to use it.

Never mind, lol. I just enjoy being in my garden and enjoying the gifts of springtime. I am not a hot weather person, so I make sure that I enjoy springtime before the real heat makes me hibernate until autumn.

Scented violets which cover a large area of my back yard in winter

A Crimson Rosella on the bird feeder

                                             Hellebores to brighten up a winter and spring garden

This is a female Crimson Rosella eating a rosehip in front of my loungeroom window

Hellebores and jonquils under a crab-apple tree

Garden time

 While the lockdown is going on I do not intend to get bogged down in the whole drama. I am simply just doing things at home that need done and actually having a very peaceful time.

I am spending  time in the garden getting it cleaned up for winter. It is wonderful just touching base with nature and enjoying the energy outdoors. The birds are singing and the weather is perfect right now lovely and warm during the day. The last flush of roses is taking place at present.

So many Of my roses didn’t do well in stone pots over the 45  degree heat and so some went to the tip and the rest are being planted in the ground. Hubby has been amazing with what he has done so far, he does the important stuff and I tag along, lol. I lack the muscle power to do the hard work.

One thing I have learned is the downside of growing ivy over the past few years, hmmm it took off and got way out of control. So now it is  bye bye ivy unless you stay in a hanging basket. I do love ivy but it is just so invasive. The honeysuckle is gone too, having a rambling garden when you are young is one thing, but getting older well that’s just asking for trouble lol.

So simple easy care is the go, it has just taken a while to get the time for both of us to tackle the garden.  I dream of just being able to sit in the garden with nothing to do except enjoy it. It still seems just a pipe dream. But getting out doors is still nice, and I can still lose track of time being there even if it’s just a few minutes. It’s the joy and that feeling when outdoors that I love.

It is hard to believe that just months ago we were in the middle of a bushfire with thick smoke around us. My garden was all dried up and almost dead. Now it is lovely and green after we have had rain over the past eight weeks or so.

So I am very much a happy camper 😀